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Hannah Pool: It's not much to ask for, is it, a decent, brown pair of tights?

The new black

Hannah Pool: You can tell a lady's age by her hands, so the adage goes. This is something that has always worried me.

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Hannah Pool: So that's it, the end of British Summer Time as of early tomorrow morning. Long nights, shivery mornings and horrible dry skin until at least April.

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Hannah Pool: The trouble with us black girls is that we all look alike. How's a chap supposed to be able to tell the difference between, say, Alek Wek and, um, another black woman who looks nothing like her?

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Hannah Pool: Beauty is only worth bothering with if you do it properly.

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Hannah Pool: It never ceases to amaze me how much time, money and energy I spend trying to look as if I've not made any effort at all. Most of the make-up I wear, weekends aside, is supposed to look like I'm not wearing any.

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Hannah Pool: When I started colouring my hair a couple of years ago, friends warned me that, once I'd started, not only would I be unable to stop, but, like all good addictions, I'd need a bigger hit each time.

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Hannah Pool: Trying to figure out what items will form my winter make-up kit is one of the most fun parts of the autumn.

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Hannah Pool: Not especially partial to salon facials, I am a complete sucker for the DIY variety.

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Hannah Pool: The start of the autumn/winter season is better than Christmas, as far as I'm concerned, and a darn sight less stressful.